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Fireworks
Features: Undertaker (Mark Calaway)
Rating: NC17 for language and sexual situations Usual disclaimer - own nothing but my original characters, all the other people own themselves, WWE owns the trademark names, I'm doing this to exercise my creativity and for the sheer pleasure of writing. Ask my therapist!


Tonight only, special two for one offer on chapters! ;-)

And remember - feedback is love . . . /end obligatory attention whoring!


 

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Harley's smile stayed firmly in place right through the show, even with the inevitable small screw ups that regularly occurred during live events. Fortunately, everyone was used to these things, and they usually recovered swiftly, and it was very rare that audiences ever had an inkling that things hadn't gone exactly as planned.

Once Dave and Mark's match was finished, Harley gathered the crew, leaving it to Troy to do the briefing while she went back to Bob's office to lock away the last of the paperwork in preparation for it being loaded onto a truck with the rest of the equipment. The trucks would be on the road to Minneapolis the next day, and the crew would have a day and a half for the set build for Raw the following night.

She was flying up to Minneapolis in the morning with Bob, while they finalized plans for the Pay Per View. She turned off the lights in the office and headed out into the hallway, carrying her planner and the inferno match manual, smiling when she saw Mark and Glenn heading towards her, carrying their bags.

"Now that's timing!" she laughed.

There was desultory conversation as they headed back to the hotel, and she and Mark wished Glenn goodnight on his floor as he left the elevator. Mark's arm was around Harley's shoulders, and he smiled at her.

"Your room or mine, Kate?"

She leaned against him, smiling up at him. "Yours, Mark. You're going to be sacking out pretty soon after that match with Dave."

He chuckled, leaning down to nuzzle her neck. "Oh, you think my ass is gonna be too tired to chase you 'round the bedroom for long, is that it?"

She nestled closer to him even as she giggled. "Let's just stipulate that chasing and catching occurred. You're too tired to chase, and I'm too tired to give you much of a challenge even if you weren't."

His arms went around her, pulling her back against him with a playful growl. "Hmmm, well apart from being a little disturbed at the ease you toss that legal terminology like 'stipulate' around, I'm all for skipping the chasing and just going straight for the bed, Kate."

The elevator door opened, and he hustled her out of it, nuzzling at her neck again while she giggled. But she did dart a glance around the hallway to make sure they were alone before she spoke, and even then she kept her voice low.

"And who said anything about the bed, chief?"

He kissed behind her ear. "We could sit on hotel chairs if you insist, sweetheart. But it's gonna be kinda hard to kiss you that way."

She moaned softly as they reached Mark's hotel room. "That's a low blow, Mark, threatening to withhold kisses. When you know how much I love them."

Reaching around her to open the door, Mark chuckled in her ear. "Whatever gets me what I want, sweetheart. And right now, I want you."

She turned to grab a handful of his shirt and pull him into the room. He followed willingly, kicking the door shut behind them as he dropped his bag to the floor, and pulled her into his arms, bending to kiss her deeply. She wound her arms up around his neck, pressing her body close to his as she returned his kiss eagerly.

He was about to pull her onto the bed with him when he remembered the need to be gentle. Instead, he swept her up and deposited her on it carefully before joining her, wrapping her in his arms. She sighed and snuggled close to him, her head against his chest. He closed his eyes, his hands stroking over her back, feeling very content.

A few minutes later, she gave a soft chuckle. He looked down at her, running his fingers through her hair.

"Something funny, Kate?"

She nuzzled her head to his hand, smiling up at him. "You keep doing that and I'm going to fall asleep on you, Mark."

"Nothing wrong with that, sweetheart. But not exactly what I hoped for when I lured you into my bed tonight," he smiled back at her. "So let's try something else, see if I can't keep you awake just a bit longer."

"And what did you have in mind, hmmm?" she asked, her eyes twinkling.

He bent his head to capture her lips in a soft kiss, murmuring as it ended, "Oh, how about something like that?"

Her arms went up around his neck, pulling him back down to kiss him in return, whispering, "I rather like that idea, Mark."

There was something about the way his name sounded when she whispered it like that - so intimate, and so damn sexy. He pulled her closer to him and caught her lips again, delighted when she responded with a moan into the kiss and tightened her arms around his neck.

He spared a brief moment to note with pleased surprise that he'd forgotten how much fun just kissing could be before giving himself over to enjoying the experience. Harley's body was warm and lithe against his and she tasted so sweet. His tongue delved deeply into her mouth, and he fought back a moan as she sucked on it, his arms wrapped around her.

It didn't take long for their kisses to grow more searching, bodies pressed closer together. Mark's hand drifted lower on her back, pulling her hips more to his. She whimpered breathlessly against his lips, feeling his growing erection, wrapping one leg around him as she ground her hips against it, startling a moan from him. His arms tightened around her as he kissed her passionately.

When their lips parted, they were both panting softly, and he could feel her trembling against him. Then again, he felt a bit shaky himself - he wanted her so much, and it was hell having to hold himself in check like this. It would probably be smarter, he thought ruefully, if they didn't start things like this. But he honestly hadn't intended to start anything - he just wanted to be with her.

He nuzzled his cheek to hers with a wry smile. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. Got carried away again. At least this time I didn't hurt you."

Harley pushed his hair back from his forehead with her fingers, smiling back. "No need to apologize, Mark. But perhaps we should rethink the whole 'lying on the bed and kissing' thing. That's the second time it's gotten us into trouble."

"I think it's the kissing part that does it," he chuckled.

"Then why don't we try this?" she grinned, moving a little away from him on the bed and then turning over before scooting back against him, looking over her shoulder. "Spooning should be safe, right?"

He slid one arm under her, wrapping it around her waist, snugging her in close to his body. "Well, it's going to be difficult to kiss you this way!"

She sighed with pleasure, cuddling back into his embrace. "I'm beginning to think just being in your arms is enough, even without kisses."

Mark ran his hand down her arm to her hand, lacing his fingers with hers, holding her close. They lay that way quietly, Mark's fingers gently brushing hers as he nuzzled his face to her hair. She wriggled back against him, and he fought hard to ignore the way her body felt, pressed close to his, and how her ass was nestled into his groin.

He reminded himself sternly that it was just being with her that was important. He hadn't forgotten how simply seeing her earlier that day had lifted his mood. The spicy scent of her shampoo filled his nostrils, and her skin was soft under his fingertips. Before he even realized he was doing it, he had released her hand and now his fingers moved to caress her forearm.

Harley gave a soft sigh of pleasure at his touch, and he took that as an invitation to continue. He trailed his fingers lightly up her arm to her shoulder, and began to massage it gently. She shifted slightly and then relaxed back against him, her head resting against his chest.

"Oh, that feels so good, Mark," she whispered softly.

He bent his head to nuzzle gently at her neck as his fingers continued to work at her shoulder. "Yes, you do feel good, Kate."

She arched her head a little more, loving the feel of his lips against her skin, running her own fingers over the hand that held her around the waist. Those big hands were gentle on her body, surprisingly so.

Not to mention pretty damned arousing, even if all he was doing was massaging one shoulder. And kissing her neck. And pulling her back more firmly against an erection that seemed to be growing again. That provoked a little whimper, and she couldn't help but wriggle against him.

"So much for staying out of trouble this way, Mark," she whispered.

There was that whisper again. And the way she was moving against him. He kissed behind her ear and gave her a whisper of his own. "You're making it hard," he nudged his hips against her ass, "to behave, Kate, when you wriggle like that."

She moaned, her hand clutching at his as she shivered lightly. "I can't help that, Mark - it's kinda difficult to ignore this." She wriggled against him again, feeling a bit lightheaded as she realized the size of that particular part of his anatomy. Which was damned near impossible to miss, given how hard it was getting.

He groaned in her ear, a deep sound that sent another shiver through her. "God, sweetheart, what you do to me! Can you feel that? How much you turn me on?"

"You have the same impact on me, Mark - trust me," she whispered, a little breathlessly.

He drew his hand slowly down her body in a firm caress, cupping her hip and holding her close. He ground himself against her ass for a moment before releasing her, his voice husky in her ear. "Sorry, Kate. I really didn't intend to start anything like this. But I can't seem to help myself with you."

She whimpered softly as she felt his body shift away from hers, however fractionally. "I could take care of that for you, Mark," she whispered.

Mark closed his eyes against the wave of lust her words provoked. Just the thought of her lips, or her hands, on him was almost enough to send him over the edge, aroused as he was. But it was also a strangely unattractive notion. Which baffled him for a moment.

It apparently baffled Harley too, because she shifted within his arms to look over her shoulder at him. "Did I say something wrong?"

He shook his head, bringing one hand up to brush over her hair. "Hell no, sweetheart!"

She turned over to face him, confusion written on her face. "Then you don't want me to . . . "

He smiled at her then, one hand cupping her cheek gently. "Kate, it'd be like trying to put out a forest fire with a thimble at this point."

She chuckled softly, turning her head to kiss his palm. "I think you're under-estimating my skills, Mark."

Grinning, he gently turned her face back to his and leaned in to kiss her lightly. "I have no doubts about your skills, sweetheart. Just sayin' that . . . well, the way I feel about you isn't any one shot, 'wham, bam, thank you ma'am' kinda thing."

"No?" She was still puzzled.

His eyes locked with hers. "Kate, sweetheart, I want you every way I can have you, as often as I can have you."

She shivered again. "You do?"

"Damn straight I do. I'm not just hungry for you, darlin' - I'm starving. What you're offering me, appealing as it is, would be just an appetizer. Much as I'd love it, I'd be wanting more right away."

The look in his eyes was more than enough to convince her of the truth of his words - in fact, it frightened her a little. It reminded her sharply that Mark was no Lost Boy - he was all man, and this was no game.

And part of her wanted to bolt at the very thought. He was intense, in a way that she had never experienced before. But he was also fast becoming someone she wanted to spend more time with, quite aside from the physical attraction she felt for him. She reminded herself that, scary as it was, she had to at least try this. If she wanted something more than what she'd had in her past relationships, anyway.

Mark could see from the expression on her face that he'd provoked some of those intimacy issues. He supposed he could back off, give her some space, but he didn't really want to do that. He got the feeling that, if he did, she might just take the easy way out and end this even before it got properly started.

She was tough, and she was used to calling the shots. And he'd bet money no one had ever forced her to confront something that she didn't want to deal with before. But he'd be damned if he let her throw away something that could be as good as this had the potential to be - not without a fight.

So he kept his eyes locked to hers while he held her gently with one arm, his hand continuing to stroke over her hair. And he had to give her credit - she hung in there with him, at least for the moment. He didn't push her, though - no matter how much he wanted to pull her tight against him and kiss her into submission.

This was one fight he wasn't going to win by bullying her. This time, he'd have to rely on being stubborn and outlasting her. Lucky for him, he could be just as stubborn as she could. And he had weeks to practise being a patient man. All of which he would do, gladly. Because he was sure it was worth it. That she was worth it.

He could feel her body becoming less tense against his. He bent his head to kiss her, very softly.

"We good, Kate?" he asked quietly.

She nodded, her own voice low. "Yeah, we're good."

"Want to stay here tonight?"

"Very much. But I think that might be a mistake," she smiled a little.

He chuckled then. "You got a point. Guess I'm gonna have to let you go after all."

She surprised him then, leaning in to place a lingering kiss on his lips. "Not right away. And even then, only til tomorrow morning."

His arm tightened around her as he returned her kiss. "That'll definitely make it easier to bear, Kate."

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Comments

( 12 comments — Leave a comment )
faithinfire
Dec. 29th, 2008 01:10 am (UTC)
*happy sigh* Ahhh... why aren't more real guys like the ones in fics?

Oh, wait - cos most real guys don't have the dubious benefit of getting their reactions scripted by women... ;)
nephthys_abode
Dec. 29th, 2008 02:38 am (UTC)
-grins-

What, you don't see Mark as your typical Sensitive New Age Guy?

One of these days, I gotta see if I can write a fic with the guy being an absolute, dyed-in-the-wool bastard who raises being a prick to an art form.

Except who the hell would want to read it? -snickering-

"Lemme just read this fic about a guy who's just like the asshole I married/my worthless bf/my ex who I want to just die in a fire - that'll be a great escape from reality for me!"

But I am glad you enjoyed this instead! Thanks for reading!
panthology
Dec. 29th, 2008 06:13 am (UTC)
There's always the other kind of asshole ...
nephthys_abode
Dec. 29th, 2008 02:45 pm (UTC)
But I've already written a fic featuring Trips ;-)
faithinfire
Dec. 29th, 2008 02:36 pm (UTC)
Well, I have no idea what Mark's like in real life - it was more that I found this right after I'd just been having a good long sulk about how all the guys who ever ask me out are assholes, and the contrast was kinda striking. ;)

But yeah, always a good read. Cheers!
merry_legs_lovr
Dec. 29th, 2008 02:08 am (UTC)
THANK YOU!!!!! What a great Christmas Present. I enjoyed reading the update....have a great holiday (what's left of it) & looking forward to reading more when you've got a spare few minutes LOL
nephthys_abode
Dec. 29th, 2008 02:42 am (UTC)
You're most welcome!

You'll be pleased to know that, now that LJ is being so stingy about post lengths, there will be more chapters coming more frequently!

And I'm almost at the point of updating It's Not Over and Pros and Cons too!

Hasn't been all beer and skittles on this holiday - I been workinz too! ;-)
kaotic_princez
Dec. 29th, 2008 03:06 am (UTC)
I want your version of Mark like seriously wrap him up in a bow and only a bow and send him to me lol

After seeing him last night and getting two wonderful chapters of your fic tonight I feel like I got a realz treat! (:

nephthys_abode
Dec. 29th, 2008 03:34 am (UTC)
I want your version of Mark like seriously wrap him up in a bow and only a bow and send him to me lol

Hon, much as I love you, dear constant reader -snickers- if I had Mark . . . there's no way in hell I'd be letting him go nowhere! Except from the bed to some other part of the house to play! ;-)

But wait . . . you saw him last night?

Please please please tell me you saw him at a Smackdown taping! Hell, even a house show would be great, if it means he's gonna be back on tv soon!
kaotic_princez
Dec. 29th, 2008 03:41 am (UTC)
Haha cant say that I blame you there

Oh right I never added you as a friend something I meant to do when I first started reading this fic so you wouldn't know that I went to a houseshow lastnight. Taker/Show steel cage match = awesome! I will add you now and you can read the post and see the few pics I got.
nephthys_abode
Dec. 29th, 2008 03:56 am (UTC)
Awesome!!!

'Taker is love - I'm just sayin' is all ;-)
merry_legs_lovr
Dec. 29th, 2008 05:04 am (UTC)
Yippeeeee *does a happy snoopy dance*

Can't wait to read the new additions LOL
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